I could imagine that every morning when I put myundergarments on, he would be beside me putting on a matching set.With this vision dancing in my head ... reached over and started running myhands over Bill's brassiere. Rubbing along his bra straps to the bra cups,playing with his nipples through the material of the cups, reaching insidehis bra cups to stroke his nipples directly. After a minute or so of mylight touching I noticed two things. Bill was starting to wake up, and anerection was growing. She walked to the bed and picked it up. It was hard, like ivory, cool to the touch, and heavy. She hefted it in her hand for a moment, thinking. Then her gaze shot over to the vial of oil on the nightstand. It was still tightly corked, standing there, but it was empty. “Holy fuck,” she said softly. “Holy fuck.” Turning to Elaine, she said, “Last night, this vial was three quarters full when I set it here. And this… this phallus was soft, and warm, and… and … and real! I masturbated with it,. He also began leaving the bathroom door open when he showered, even once calling out to me that he'd left his pajamas in his room.I was almost seventeen so I had quite a good idea what he was up to and humored him, taking his pajamas into him as he dried off. He made little effort to cover himself, in fact, even took special care to towel himself off over his middle.I knew what he was up to and did my own game as well, mostly in what I wore when I came to babysit. I never made it too obvious so. But my eyes remain closed, as I am engrossed in the fantasy of our lovemaking. My fingers find my clit, rubbing slow circles around it. My other hand remains gently caressing and pinching my nipples... my fingers move from my clit to my lips and back again. I imagine your tongue moving along my slit, flicking along my clit, sucking on it... moving back along my lips, my thighs, back to my clit. I am moaning now, my clit is engorged, I am very close to orgasm. I can feel my juices running out of.